Esme Pumping the Milk Out by tannim November 01, 2012 Esme waved to Muriel and Tosh. They were finally gone. Her son would go and play with some friends. She'd be alone for hours. Alone with a gift from her own friends. The mother goat closed the door and hurried to her bedroom and the waiting package. Vacuum pumping. She'd never tried it, but those of her friends who had said it was great. Esme held up the acrylic cup and shook her head before stripping. Time to find out for herself. Her long teats were already stiff by the time her top was off. Beads of milk hung from the tips. Shere anticipation had her chest and clit erect. Her vulva too had swollen, even without the pump. Esme clenched her thighs, she was more aroused than she'd been for months just getting ready to try it out. With the cup, complete with attached hand pump, and bottle of lube in hand, she walked to the bathroom. It was weird sitting on the toilet to do it, uncomfortable too. Esme hurried out and back with a much more comfortable kitchen chain and set it in the shower to finally get started. Just before sitting, she took care of her bladder just to be safe. Everything ready, her hands were a bit unsteady squirting lube into one and just as unsure of smearing it over her pubic mound. She'd seen it done in a few videos by Muriel and Esephia, but Muriel used her feet to do it and Esephia's years of pumping had left her huge. Neither had been too exact about how much or any particular technique or areas to pay special attention to. Esme just spread the stuff on thick all around her outer vagina. Lips, mons, around the crease where her labia connected to her thighs, even scooting to the edge of the chair to slather it around her perineum and over her tight anal ring. Getting ready was rather like masturbating. All the fun with a lot more slippery stuff covering her hands and genitals too. The lube made trying to pick up the cup end up with her having to wash her hands. She needed a decent grip to hold the smooth plastic. It fit pretty well between her legs when she put it on. At least when she spread her legs wide enough fro the cup to fit right. There was a good two inches inside the cup all around her mound. Apparently her friends had high hopes for her growth. The goat smirked, maybe she really could fill it. Her first squeeze of the bulb wasn't much. Neither was the second. There was a light tugging, but it didn't feel like anything. Squeezing faster, though. Proved much more interesting. It felt like something was pulling on every inch of her vulva at once very lightly, but over and over again. The sensation grew from light to hard a lot quicker than she expected though. There wasn't even much of a medium. It just went from pleasant to too tight from one pump to another. She stopped immediately, as suggested by Esephia when it hurt, and just let it hold there while air seeped in through the lubrication acting as a seal. Throughout the pumping, her clit throbbed in the cup and her labia themselves seemed to pulse with it in time to her hand. They grew, too. Esme watched with amusement as her mound was sucked tightly in, then simply grew. Her inner lips especially grew, swelling out from between her outer pair almost a thumb's width! By the time the pressure inside had eased enough for more pumping, Esme had her free hand groping her breast. Her pussy burned with lust, but she couldn't touch it with the cup sealed around it. Stroking her chest was the best she could do to relieve that desire. Milk dripped from her long nipple with each stroke. She'd had plenty of practice working her milk out and knew just how to push in at the areola and squeeze down to length of her teat to bring out the thick streams. Feeling the milk spraying out was almost as good as vaginal attention. Her eyes drifted to her vulva swelling with fresh pumps. Almost. Esme switched the pump to her milky left hand and switched to massaging her right breast with her right. Fresh milk sprayed out, fresh vacuum pulled at her loins. She no longer took her eyes off of her pussy so fat in the cup. It really had filled out the full space. Her labia squished against the plastic it the front and spread out wider all around the sides. The bulge of her clit was just visible at the top, only a bit thicker and buried in its fair bit fatter hood. She rather enjoyed how it looked. Another twenty minutes and she'd get to enjoy it more. If she could wait that long. Esme only made it half that, but she was pleased to even wait that long. Her cunt demanded attention. The sexual itch blossomed into a real itch where a fold of skin pinched between another at the edge of the cup. She took it as a sign it was time for the reveal. Removing her cup made a silly wet sucking noise, just as it had in the videos of her friends, and she saw her thick vulva slimy with lube and her own natural fluids. It was huge, to her. The lips looked even bigger with the cup off and she was able to squeeze her hand around it to finally feel how big they were. It was like holding a male's scrotum! Both inner lips were pleasantly soft and puffy. The inner labia had swollen to bigger than her thumb and shifted between the outer flaps with each squeeze. They protruded out a couple inches with her clit swollen somewhat larger protruding just a bit from the rest of her mound above them. Playing with her outer lips let her jiggle the inner set a lot like rolling a male's balls around. It was actually rather enjoyable to do just that. Esme's heart was racing from her breast fondling. Her breathing was shallow and rapid with it. She knew she was close to orgasm. Just a bit of attention to her clitoris could have pushed her right over in seconds. It seemed more fun to drag it out and enjoy her newly enlarged vulva, though, so she just squeezed her thighs around it instead for less direct stimulation. The goat woman smiled at that squeeze too. She could feel her pussy between her legs like never before. Standing and walking around the bathroom was very interesting. Every step her cunt squished against one thigh or the other or both. She couldn't NOT notice it as she moved and wondered if males were just as away of their own equipment as they moved around. Sitting down again, Esme leaned back to concentrate on just grinding her thighs together around her well pumped vulva. Her hands drifted to her breasts again with both catching a long teat. There no need to rush with the house to herself, plenty of time for a non clitoral orgasm. Esme tugged at both nipples at once, gently pinching at the tips for the tugging. There was still plenty of milk left inside both breasts, though one more than the other, and she finally eased her grip to instead squeeze that milk out over the shower wall. After a couple squirts she laughed at a thought and simply pushed the chair aside to lay on the floor. Thin streams of milk sprayed into the air to rain down over her face and chest and belly. Light squeezing kept the streams just visible. A firmer grip pressing down at the base of her areola and squeezing tighter up toward the tip produced a much thicker stream for her white shower. Alternating left and right breast let Esme keep a near constant spray of milk sprinkling over her and the shower floor. Her thighs kept clenching around her pumped pussy while she did. Fur from her legs tickled her puffy labia relentlessly while she lewdly scrubbed her upper legs together around them. With both hands on her teats, both legs teasing her cunt, and nothing touching her clitoris other than the well lubricated labia around it, Esme enjoyed the slow teasing buildup of inner tension. Drips of milk covered her. More pooled together in her fur to run down to the drain near her feet. Fresh milk sprayed from her chest time and again to give its own blissful feelings from each squirt. Esme's left hand slipped from her teat to wipe some milk from her eyes. She laughed to herself and licked the warm white liquid from her fingers, imagining it to be semen from a lover. Keeping the image in her mind, the mother goat rubbed some of it into her cheeks and down her neck, then all the way down to again cup her swollen pussy mound. She spread her legs wide to massage the milk into her soft nether lips, using just the tip of her finger as though a male stroking her with his own slick leaking tip. Esme barely brushed against her clit on accident on the way from one side to the other. Thick jets of milk sprayed from her right teat as her hand clenched around it. That light touch was all it took to send her over the edge. Her thighs trembled, her breath caught, a clear liquid sprayed from her urethra to splatter against the wall. She couldn't suppress the loud grunting that each jet of cum brought to her throat for each of the three long squirts. Squirts of milk joined them in coating the floor with her lust as her hand clenched in time to the waves of bliss rippling through her body. By the time she came down, Esme was panting from sexual exhaustion. Laying there in a pool of her own milk and honey, Esme stared at the shower head. It'd been a while since she'd had that strong an orgasm. There was a pleasant fuzzy feeling all over from her afterglow. Her over pumped pussy was still making itself known by rubbing against the top of her thighs. Her breasts were light and drained. She took a deep breath and just smiled. With her son and his babysitter going to be gone, there was no rush to even clean up. "I'm really going to have to thank Milan for that pump." She yawned and lifted it up for a better view. "I can't believe I really filled that cup all the way on my first time." Esme sat up and looked down at her milk soaked fur. "Of course, by the look of this mess, I could have filled quite a few more cups."